Thoughts while running yesterday:

- Maybe after college I should disappear and move to a small town in the Midwest and become an amateur body builder. But I don’t have the right body type. And I probably wouldn’t be able to afford therapy.
- Next to the Seine, there’s a huge Cujo kind of dog being pet by a woman that doesn’t appear to be its owner. Why can’t people have huge cats for pets, like leopards or lions? Katherine Hepburn has a pet leopard in Bringing Up Baby, and it’s really damn cute. Besides, that dog could kill a motherfucker just as easily as a leopard could, if it wanted to.
- Are people that wear flannel more approachable than people who wear track jackets? What if it’s a pastel flannel? I was wearing a flannel the day before walking next to the Seine around the same spot and a man asks me: is my friend up there ugly? Is he ugly and black? I say I don’t have an opinion, and fortunately (I imagine) he doesn’t persist.
- Should I blog about defriending people on face book who have annoying status updates? Gary Numan was ahead of his time when he asked: are friends electric?